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Leaves, Papers, People.
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~B~ Over time the leaves fall...
accumulating, piling upon the ground.
Protecting the earth, feeding it.
And when springtime comes,
pull back the leaves, see what grows there.
A cluttered desk.
Papers piling higher and higher.
A trash heap in the making?
Shuffle through the papers
discover whats written there.
Another face in the crowd
Plodding thru life, day by day.
Have you seen this person?
Have you ever wondered, pondered,
the depths of their soul?
Under the leaves, new life springs...
soft, delicate, green, don't step on it.
Papers on the desk, thousands of words.
Feelings expressed, don't mock them.
Stranger in the crowd, a friend unknown.
Take time to gently know their heart.
I love this!! I've thought the same thing myself in very different words. This is like finding a piece of my own mind in someone else's body. Wow!! Thanks!
Jessica